You Were Just An Idea

Dear the Idea I Made,   You’re not real, you never were. Okay you are real; you are human however I dehumanized you when I wrote you in way only a hopeless romantic can write. I’ve read somewhere that it’s treacherous to think of a person more than a person. It’s not flattering or that …

To All of Your Ex-Girlfriends

To all of his ex-girlfriends, I really want to know How well can he put on a good show? Did he say your eyes were like a window Or did he quantify their colour for beauty? Did he ever tell you how they shine? Did he spit metaphors that made you smile for days? Did …

More Than A “What If”

I know I haven’t been posting as much as I used to, it’s not a matter of health or even personal problems. Just a lot on my schedule that I will try my oh so hardest to post at least once or twice a month. Also it’s my blog’s 4th  anniversary!    Repeating the same mistake …

More Than You Know

[Disclaimer: Some essays/stories that are written are fiction so it’s up to you whether or not you believe that it’s true or just a spur of the moment inspiration to write.] I’m writing about you again. Fuck I think I’ve been writing about you for so long that it became a habit. Every potential verse …

Tearing Apart Yesterday

How can you drown the feeling? How can it go away without the scars? I’ve been spending so long trying In the cold and raining Washing away the pain Only to have so much still remain   Tell me that it’s never going to come back Tell me that it’s still going to be the …

Do All Various Introductions Die?

I always seem to turn my head to your usual direction Hoping I’d see your face I hate that you gave me these handful of memories For me to reminisce during rainy days Do you know how much i want to stop liking you? To stop thinking about you To stop these feelings from crushing …

The Fault In Its Demand

There was pain A heaviness in my chest I didn’t know whether to cry or scream It’s pain that couldn’t fathom actions Just thoughts They are not thoughts of realization Or nostalgia Or even sad words Not even enough metaphors   Its stillness You wish you can move A deafening silence That made you crave …

Blue French Horn and the Yellow Umbrella

Okay I will admit I am a HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER FAN and most fans were disappointed with the ending. I will admit I was to, my reasons might fill the whole page so I’ll save you the trouble. In this poem I based it on how Robin and Tracy [The mother] were symbolized …